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    To Kill a White Dog
    To Kill a White Dog
    To Kill a White Dog
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    To Kill a White Dog

    By John B. Lee

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    A long poem dramatizing the clash in visions of the land which occurs when a white settler builds on a sacred Iroquois site.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrick Books
    Release dateSep 15, 1982
    ISBN9781771312677
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